28 comments/ 65181 views/ 70 favorites A Captain and Her Ship By: Eutopia All characters are over the age of 18. And once again here is more Sophie. Why is she the only character I publish online? xD -- Floating upside down in zero-G whilst eating yogurt was a very odd experience. Not, however, if you had been doing it nearly every day for the last eighteen months like Sophie had. "Knight to H3." Her bland, bored voice carried out as her floating body completed another rotation. Her backdrop to her aero-acrobatics a huge, expansive oblong observation window, giving Sophie a perfect view of the unending space she and her ship currently floated in. She didn't care much for the observation window, the reminder of her insignificance made her uncomfortable. She was nineteen; she did not need to be contemplating the meaning of her existence. But when you are a contracted agent for Hijo Corp Science labs and sent on a two year orbital plan to receive data of solar flares from a series of satellites, there wasn't much else to think about. Not that Sophie had much to complain about, she'd chosen this path when she'd turned fourteen. She had decided this would be the best course of action, dropping from school to be contracted by Hijo Corp. They had taught her what she needed to know for her set mission and in return for her few years of work; they would set her up for life. Her own ship, a thick wad of cash and a resume that could kill, when she finally returned to Earth the sky wasn't the limit, the universe was. "Queen to E7." Came the silken voice of her only companion, her ship, Vaulted; or as she liked to call him, Vul. She could only grunt as he took from her another Bishop, causing her to give an adolescent pout of dismay. "Checkmate." The ships voice piped up again, declaring his victory once again. The large computer screen that was bigger in any direction then Sophie was tall flashed from the chess game to show a dismal score. A large "Vul: 579 Sophie: 4" flashed across the fifteen foot wide, ten feet tall screen. "I still think you let me win those four times." She droned to her only companion on the solo flight, the only 'being' that kept her sane on those soul crushing nights of loneliness. "Of course not, Sophie. Why would I need to lose to you on purpose?" It wasn't good that he had started his reply with a chuckle, something a computer should never do. 'Scientist never cease to amaze me.' She thought to herself as she pondered over Vul's programming. Hijo Corp gave each of its contracted agents their own ships, as their contracts state, but the ships they were given were specially designed by Hijo Corp to be the only thing they would ever need on their expeditions. The rust buckets may not have looked like the flashiest things, but they became the captain's lifeline. There advance human interface abilities kept the suicide rate down, a hard thing to do. Humans were social creatures by nature, to cut them off from any other life forms for over two years was a death sentence for sanity. Sophie was happy she'd never been that into having friends, preferring her own solitude. So Vul was enough to keep her happy and content. Most nights. She absorbed the impact into her feet as she reached the far wall, her knees bending as she prepared to push off softly once again. Her body slowly tumbled through the weightless air again, her neck length, average brown locks swaying around her. "I believe you have had enough zero-G for today, Sophie." Vul commented as she slowly began to sink back towards the floor, a rather put-out expression on her face. "You're more like my mother than a friend." Sophie harrumphed as all of her weight came rushing back to her as her back settled against the floor. Sophie was no petite fairy after all, her body was chubbier than the average woman's. With thick thighs, a generous bosom and a plump belly, Sophie had received her fair share of bullying as a child. With a heavy grunt, her body straining under the new found weight, Sophie managed to push herself rather ungracefully onto her feet. "I care about your well-being, Sophie." Vul responded, a long prehensile tentacle like mechanical extension zipped out from a port on the wall, its bulb end opening like a four petal flower. The petals grasped the shoulder of full suit Sophie had often seen adorned by mechanics, stopping her from stumbling over her own feet as Vul guided her towards a seat for recuperation. She fell into the chair heavily, the soft, worn leather and plush interior welcoming her supple backside eagerly. Another one of Vul's 'arms' slid out from a port just above and behind the chair, coming to grasp her empty pottle of yogurt, discarding it into the waste shoot as the extension that had been guiding her slipped off to drag a foot stool closer. "You are far too good to me, Vul. I don't know how I would survive without you." She murmured with a yawn as she kicked her feet up on the stool, her body slumping into the chair. "I'm sure you would live." His silken voice roved over the air and Sophie couldn't help but snort, "I'm sure it would be a miserable life." She finished, reaching back to pat the retreating extension. It paused under her appreciation, almost savoring the contact before it continued to retract; but Sophie was far too dozy to notice. The original extension gave her head a quick pat, the petals stroking over her tousled, bouncy hair "Have a quick nap." Vul's voice spoke softly, the lights in the observation deck/cockpit dimming as the stroking bulb reached down to the blanket on the floor beside the chair, pulling it up and over her napping form, tucking the edges in firmly around her plump body. -- Sophie was rocketed out of her chair as a screeching siren sent her body tumbling out of the chair before her mind was ready. Eyes barley open, she stumbled her way to the cockpit as her space-ship gave a juddering shake, nearly sending her to her knees. "Vul! What's happening?!" Her tight voice called as her black square frame glasses sat crooked on her nose, her eyes flashing over the controls as she tried to figure out what was going on. She knew it was bad, simply because Vul hadn't informed her of what was wrong when she had awoken. Vul could perform multiple tasks at once, to not answer her meant something very, very serious was happening. Her unease didn't fade as she flicked a switch, the blinds covering the outside of the cockpit sliding up to reveal to her a blazing hot star swallowing up her view. She recoiled as the intense light burst through her unready optics. "Fuck, dim!" She cried, her eyes screwing shut as she attempted to ease the pain. Now she knew something was seriously wrong, Vul should have had the cockpit dimmed for her automatically. Her hands quickly flashed over the keyboards stationed all around her, each set for the different screen as she tried to figure out what was happening. "Fuck!" She nearly sobbed as she slammed her palm against one of the screens in dismay "Vul, I need your fucking help!" Her high-pitched voice shrieked as her throat constricted in worry and fear. Her hopeless eyes watched as numbers flashed over the screen, her brain working over the calculations and formulas as quickly as possible, though she knew Vul would have had these done in a second. Her large, mid-hued blue eyes opened wide in shock as the numbers finally fell into place, revealing to them the statistics of the anomaly that had thrown her ship into disarray. "S-solar flare?" She whimpered as she continued to gaze incredulously at the screen off to the side, knowing that Vaulted was not a ship designed to handle solar flares. 'At this range no flare should have ever hit us!' She panicked, her fingers tapping into the keyboard erratically as she brought up another set of charts. "That thing was massive!" She cried out in horror, her eyes nearly unable to believe what she was seeing. She knew the only reason she hadn't died, or was currently dying was because of the incredibly shielding that covered only the human accessible areas that protected against the likely hood of Solar Flares. Throwing her now useless screens out of her way she knew she had to get the orbiting satellite, the information collected on there could give her a healthy bonus. Knocking the spaceship into drive, her hands easily pulled the large 'U' steering wheel back, the engines kicking into gear. 'Vul, I hope you're alright.' She mentally whispered to herself, worrying for the safety of her friends circuits, hoping he hadn't been fried in the solar flare. There was a soft beeping as her still functioning minor computer picked up the satellites beacon. Flicking a few more switches she felt herself slowly begin to float out of her seat, her fair wafting around her head as the G's began to let up in preparation. "Prepare the deck for satellite retrieval." She commanded before she paused, her gut sinking as she remembered she had no one to speak to. For the first time in a long, long time, Sophie wanted to sob from the soul shattering loneliness she felt. Softly tipping the steering wheel, Vaulted slowly tipped onto his side, his holding container located on his belly coming in direct line to the satellite they now floated beside. She easily pushed herself out of her seat, her body propelled back through the observation deck until she reached the bay door; until she nearly smashed face first into it, one should say. Grasping onto the sides of the motorized sliding door to keep herself from floating away she cursed at the door, her mind sinking further into desperation and depression. 'Vul always opens the doors for me.' Wasting no time her finger tips bent around the opening edge of the sliding door, setting both her feet on either side of the doorway. With a strained, prolonged grunt muffled by the action of biting into her bottom lip, she tugged at the door with all her might. Her cheeks flamed red as her body strained as the door slowly pulled open enough to let her thick body pass through the gap. Kicking off she threw herself down the dark hallway, nothing but the red flashing alert siren guiding her descent. Coming to the end of the hallway she stopped and turned to face what would have been the floor. Reaching out towards the circular panel on the floor she quickly pulled it open and slipped herself into the compartment, throwing herself in Vaulted's belly. She glided past the sleek and sophisticated satellites she had collected before with nothing but the light of the brilliantly burning star streaming through the portholes to guide her. As she came across the manual retrieval compartment, she quickly slipped herself into the circular pod that stuck out from Vaulted's underside like a bad blemish. Strapping herself into the seat she quickly flicked on the switches, lighting up her pod and the cargo bay. Casting a quick look over her shoulder she gazed around to make everything was secure, facing forwards she took a moment to calm herself and take a deep breath. 'This will be the first time without Vul, don't fuck it up.' She thought to herself as a stern look of concentration flitted over her cherub like features. Pressing a button the cargo bay doors began to slowly open to reveal to her the emptiness of space, her body tensed, as her mind ran over the horrific possibility of things going wrong. The large screen in front of her flashed to life as she was giving a live feed from the camera mounted on the large retrieval claw that sat in the space between the two cargo doors. Grasping the claw controller, she furrowed her brows as she slowly began lifting the heavy metal contraption up, trying to relax and remind herself that she had done this plenty of times before, 'Though this time I don't have Vul's voice whispering in my ear.' The claw slowly reached from the compartment, the two forks slowly separating as it inched closer and closer towards the satellite. 'Easy, can't bump into in.' She gave a harsh exhale as she finally reached the satellite, the two graspers either side of the expensive piece of equipment. 'Softly, if I grab it too hard it'll break and I'll be fucked.' She concentrated as she slowly began to close the two prongs closer together, wincing slightly as she grasped it a little more roughly then she would have liked. 'Now I just gotta bring the baby home and strap it in.' the arm slowly began to retract and Sophie finally let herself relax, the hard part over and done with. The rest of the retrieval went smoothly as she locked the satellite into place, happy to see she hadn't damaged it. Her happy mood died within a few seconds as her hand rested against the wall, a sad look filling her face as she gave the paneling a soft stroke, worried for her ship. -- "What happened?" Vul's question was quickly drowned out with a loud, excited shriek as Sophie's legs kicked wildly from her position; her torso jammed into a tight compartment filled with wires and what-not. Shimmying her plump body from out under the large observation deck screen, she jumped up, throwing her body onto the flat surface in an exuberant hug. "Vul!" She sobbed, her hair tangled and mattered and her face scratched and covered in oil as was most of her body. She looked a mess. "I thought I lost you! I-I don't even know how long I've been working for!" She hadn't slept willingly for awhile; she normally let herself slip into unconsciousness, her body forcing her to stop working. After she regained consciousness it was back to work with little care for her own health. She must have reeked to anything that had a nose; she hadn't showered since Vul had 'died.' She couldn't even remember the last thing she ate, far too busy trying to repair Vul to worry about herself, hunger became her companion on those desperate days. Vul's scanners quickly processed all that had happened, his 'mind' calculating the figures and components of his still functioning sensors until he came to the same conclusion Sophie had several days ago. He was quickly snapped out of his calculations, however, as Sophie slowly began sliding down his main screen. "Sophie?!" He called, trying to gain verbal confirmation that she was fine. His extension quickly whipping out to encircle her mid-section as her knees hit the ground, her body beginning to fall sideways. He tugged the limp body up to his screen, several more extension zipping out as their petals flicked open to scan her frail human body. At the same time Vul began calculating their position and how long it had been since he had been 'awake' last. He quickly confirmed his position with the neighboring planets and stars, matching them up to the ones in his database as he moved onto calculate from the astral bodies positions how long he had been out for. While doing all of this he ran over the stored video feed from the last several days. He saw all that Sophie had done for him, the lengths she had gone to repair him. He lifted her fragile body closer to his interface, his optics focusing on her stained face as his other extensions retracted. His scans simply eased his circuits as they provided him with relaxing information; it seemed Sophie had simply collapsed from exhaustion. "Silly human." Vul commented aloud as he slowly lowered the G's until Sophie was floating happily. Her body eased into slumber now that she knew Vul was fine. He slowly pulled her body towards the hallway, the door she had strained so hard to pull sliding open with ease at Vul's command. His extension slowly began to unwind from her mid-section as he threaded her into the corridor, having reached its full length. A set of other extensions slowly emerged from the walls, easing her floating body down the hallway, making sure she didn't toss or turn. Another door slid open as her body was feed into the room easily by the multiple extensions. It was a small room, a large wardrobe to the left and a desk to the right, enough room in the middle of the two for about three people to stand. The back of the room was swallowed up completely by a brown duvet covered king size bed. The oblong room was brown in motif, like all the rest of the ship. The wall surrounding the bed was magnificent, as it was nothing more then a huge curving window, giving a prime view to the galaxies stretching outside. Her body was stopped as it lay limply suspended above her bed, only two of Vul's extensions remained as the others receded. As the other two remained firmly wrapped around her calves, stopping her from swaying away or bumping into the hard wall of her bedroom, the third one rose with a whir and a click, its petal like appendages blooming open as a black, round dome peaked out from the center. A pin prick of red light shone out as the optic orb popped to life as Vul was allowed a closer at his captain. The robot eye seemed to cock like a confused puppy as another whir and a click zoomed in his gaze, he was not pleased at what he saw. Her skin was of a sickly parlor, even unhealthy for Sophie a woman that body had not been bathed by the sun even when she was on Earth; even her freckles seemed dull and lifeless. They were not the speckles of life Vul had remembered. Her hair was ragged and oily, mats had begun to form and Vul could see the torn and frayed hair from where Sophie had tugged clumps of hair from. Almost unwillingly a video played through his sensors, the home movie popping up on a screen beside Sophie's bed as the sounds of a desperate woman sobbed over the speakers. The optic glided closer to her face as the scene of Sophie have an emotional breakdown played out beside their entangled forms, Sophie falling to her knees as tears of frustrations poured from her red and swollen eyes as she swore viciously, her fingers tugging mercilessly at the clumps of hair that had pushed her over the edge; all but ripping a lock of her hair out that had been getting in her face. It was not the act of a sane woman, but Vul was a computer; he could not understand her desire to hurt herself. The petals rotated around the zooming black tinted dome as the red pupil seemed to shift to the side, the entire extension swaying like a cobra as it moved to the zip of her suit, the video in the background cutting out completely as he returned his focus to his captain. Two of his rounded triangular digits closed around the zipper of her dirtied and soiled full suit before he slowly began to slide it down, exposing Sophie's soft flesh to his observations. The other two twining extensions wound up over her thighs before they both swooped up above her body, their own petals opening with a click as they began to descend over her body. They eased gently under the blue, coarse material as they began to gently pry it away from her supple chest, brushing it over her shoulder and down her arms as her dirtied bosom came into view. As the top half of the full body suit hung underneath her torso, the buds of the extensions slowly moved up her forearms, mapping out the series or cuts and burns that had marked her flesh in her attempts to restore him to life. As the two extensions reached her shoulders, they swooped down her sides as they began to slowly massage the suit down her legs. The main extension slowly lowered its 'head' down to her chest, its body coming up between her bountiful mounds, though its red pupil was focused on something a bit more sinister. The huge electrical burn seemed to stretch from her left collarbone all the way to her right armpit, barely crossing over the top of her breast. It was weeping and raw, easily a second degree burn if not pushing on third. Blisters, some popped some not, pushed through her skin in areas; Vul could tell there would be an infection, if she didn't already have one. One of petals slowly eased over a bit of pealing, burnt skin, though it retracted in an instant as Sophie whimpered in her sleep. It needed to be taken care of, as did the rest of her body, but now was not the time; he needed to make repairs on himself and she needed to rest. Aggravating her wounds would only wake her and cause her distress. With a quick tug her suit was fully stripped from her body, leaving her clad in only a few scant pieces of material to hide her snatch. Ever so slowly he increased the G's, her body softly floating onto the bed as he covered her form in a blanket and tucked her in before his extension wound in once more; her galactic view easing from sight as the windows shuts. A Captain and Her Ship Ch. 02 The control column jittered and jerked in her hands, just like the rest of the cockpit did around her. Stray knick-knacks collected from around the universe rattled, holding their positions thanks to primitive suction cups. Sophie glanced down as she flipped a switch to engage her breaking flaps, her gaze momentarily catching on her jiggling bosom as her true age shone through her space captain visage; a quick smirk and a gentle 'heh' the product of her own amusement. A red flash and a deep beep brought her back to attention as her head shot up once again, eyes focusing on the holographic wasteland laid out before her thanks to Vul's built in navigator streamed through her projector. The sand filled atmosphere of Guric Nine was hopeless to traverse with eyesight alone, without even a rudimentary guidance system you would break through the sand clouds and die on a swift impact with the dirt or sand surface. That's if you were lucky not to end up in a sulphuric lake of some kind. "Gently now, Captain, Guric Nine's atmosphere is a difficult one to traverse even for a-" "Shut up, Vul, this isn't my first pony show!" Sophie bit out, her hand reaching up above her to engage a few more flaps to help even Vul out. Vul fell quiet once again, though he could not hold his captain's outburst against her (in fact, he completely lacked that ability to begin with) due to his earlier...hiccup just a week prior, Sophie had to burn through most of her food and was barely scraping through on emergency rations, let alone the meager amount of water left. Directly after she had woken last she had to contact Hijo Corp to report the upset in her schedule; they had quickly purchased supplies for her to pick up at the nearest friendly territory planet. That planet happened to be the inhospitable land of Guric Nine. "Open visors!" Came Sophie's order as she approached the last few kilometres of the sandy atmosphere. Vul easily complied, sliding open the protective layer. What met Sophie was a flurry of faun, broken by a few scant glitters of pearlescent, glowing lights of tiny glass like structures held within the sand. For such an overwhelming coverage of her vision she found it a beautiful sight. Like a magpie's gaze caught by a shiny coin, it was only Vul's voice that broke her out of her stupor. "Concentrate, Sophie!" It was enough of a warning that she managed to successfully glide out from under the sands stronghold and into the clear, pristine air of Gitar, a small trading village located along the hemisphere of the dessert planet. "Well done, Sophie; though perhaps next time I should guide us down." "Vul, flying is the little fun I get on this job and you are not about to take it away from me because of a little thing like safety. I am perfectly capable of flying us in like I have just demonstrated." She quickly switched Vul into auto-pilot, the spacecraft easing into a far more smooth and elegant ride now that it was fully in control of its descent. Detaching the control column and sliding it back in to place she undid her safety straps and removed herself from her piloting seat. "Besides, I doubt anything could go wrong as long as I have you looking over my shoulder." She finished on a softer note, her fingers gliding over the smooth span of control panel as she walked back into the observation deck; her eyes missing an electric spark spit from a socket near where her fingers trailed off. Her feet heavily plodded down the set of stairs, her head giving a curious perk as she heard a panel slide open only to be met by a protruding appendage extending from the wall. It easily slipped under her arm, guiding her elegantly down the staircase; she could only giggle as it perfectly mirrored a picture from a fairy book. 'A Prince guiding a princess down the sweeping staircase and into the ball below. Save for the prince part, of course.' "I really wish you'd remain seated until we land, Sophie. You could easily fall and injure yourself if something was to go wrong." Vul's voice seeped from any available speaker littering the area as a second appendage pressed into his captain's lower back, guiding her to where a seat sat in the observation deck. "Vul, I have complete trust in your abilities." Sophie quipped back, her hand coming to rest on the extension kneading at her back, giving it a comforting pat. Vul fell silent and Sophie simply assumed he had turned his attention to the more important part of finding them a bay to dock at and the subsequent landing. The continual prodding at her back, however, let her know she had still not escaped his attention. With a playful giggle she resigned herself to the nagging and took a seat, though the smile that it was delivered with seemed to lose its exuberance as the tentacle guiding her by the arm slipped free, the petal unfurling to brush a lock of her out from her face and tuck it behind her ear; the second following suit by dragging the tip of its closed pod along her jaw line. Both retreated with a quick zip as if they only dared to touch her so intimately for so long. Needless to say their relationship had seemed to change, something Sophie did not think possible from a pre-programmed system like Vul. Not being a programmer Sophie had simply chalked this down his AI; he took in information and changed to suite. However, even she knew it shouldn't have changed the base his personality was built on. There were certain actions that gave this subtle change away; Vul had been more, well, affectionate. Though it was something she would have expected from a human companion, it was still glaringly different from Vul's usual composure. The way he would engage her more on a personal, physical level was the biggest give away. If he found her tucking her hair back far too many times, instead of fetching a hair tie or something similar he would simply hold her hair back for her. Mornings she had woken to find his extension wound around her body, her own arms holding him to her in an intimate way after a night of hushed conversation. There were gentle touches, slight corrections to her clothing and even assistance with her dressing; bathing was a must attend event. There had been no sexual connection since that one time, whether or not that had been because Vul did not wish to aggravate her injuries or because he was waiting for her to say so, Sophie did not know. It was an uncertainty she was not comfortable with and she'd be damned if she asked. She gave a huff as she shifted in her seat, her jumpsuit moving against her in such a way that it rubbed against her chest wound causing a pained wince. "Are you in pain? Have your bandages ripped? Are you in need of my assistance?" Came the nanny-cry of her ship, an extension whipping forward as its petals popped open to reveal an optic. It dipped to her chest, her jumpsuit zipper tugged down to just below her bust, revealing a standard issue white muscle shirt. Using one of his petals Vul carefully, delicately eased the jumpsuit away from the muscle shirt like he was peeling away a petal from a bud. Sophie assisted by tugging down the collar of the undershirt to reveal the bandages expertly applied by her ship. "They are fine, Vul." Sophie drawled, rolling her eyes. "I can offer you some more pain medication, Captain." "That would be great." A slightly relieved sigh slipped through her nose as her body relaxed further into the chair. In all honesty Sophie adored the attention, it was something she was not used to, be it from human or mechanical. She had always been quiet, kept to herself and was not thin and attractive; she was stocky with cherub features. She, unlike a few of her classmates, was not popular with the boys. 'For heaven's sake, I haven't even held a man's hand before.' She thought, a few fingers pressed to her lips as she brooded on her lack of a love-life prior to her ship's advances. Her childhood and teenage life was a sore spot for her, and she could only hope that her adult life would be better. "We are now landing." Flowed Vul's automated message just a few scant seconds before the whole ship gave a shudder and Sophie cursed, she simply knew that something would have fallen over in midst of all the turbulence. "Open observation visor." She intoned, wishing to see where they had decided to stop over to gather supplies. Even performing multiple tasks Vul didn't hesitate for a second to slide back the monolithic screen protector, though the window's view was swallowed up momentarily by a wave of sand from their landing. "Landing gears engaged." Came the next notification in a line of procedure's listed off by Vul, yet Sophie was too curious as to the new landscape unfolding before her. It was nothing overly spectacular or beautiful, though she might have been biased from her upbringing being surrounded by green foliage. All Guric Nin gave her was sand, dirt, clay dome houses and a vast array of dulled metal constructs. Gitar was certainly a village built around foreign metal trade and catered to only that; it was one giant scrap heap. The view of the observation deck was quickly encompassed by a neighbouring spacecraft as Vul slid into their assigned dock, landing with a heavy thud. Sophie could only recoil in a look of horror as she came face to face with a Tuopi; the Tuopi following suit with a look of disgust as it laid eyes on her. It looked like a bipedal tapir that was severally overweight, coloured sewage green with more overhanging rolls and flaps than a Shar Pei. Its mating warts looked inflamed and Sophie could only gather that it would soon go into heat and those very nodules would start leaking a puss that stunk to high heaven in hopes of attracting a mate. The Tuopi looked equally appalled by her own appearance. 'Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder' She cringed "Close the observation deck window visor." As she gave a swift turn, intending to find her way to the loading bay she was met with a glass filled with a few scant inches of water and a pill, each held by opposing tentacles. "Some relief, Captain." Came Vul's soft, oozing voice as she took the offered items, throwing the pill back and chasing it down with the little amount of water they had left all while making her way into the cavernous loading bay in the belly of the spaceship. Placing the used glass on top of a crate (that was quickly snatched up by an awaiting tentacle) she strode eagerly towards the small door beside the loading section, a feverish sense of cabin fever quickly swallowing any hint of hesitation. "Vul-" the door slid open, a hot gush of sweltering air curling around Sophie, she swore she could feel her skin crisp up like pork belly on a spit in a fraction of a second "close the door!" And just like that is snapped back into place. "Sophie are you alright?!" Came Vul's distressed voice as Sophie promptly began shedding layers, stripping herself of her blue over-alls to reveal white shorts to match her white muscle shirt. "Get me some cooling foam or I'm going to cook to death before I can make it five steps." Sophie huffed to herself as her pasty, freckled skin was brought into the light. Vul had presented a Hijo Corp stickered container. Plucking up the bottle she pressed the wide nozzle to the palm of her hand, watching as blue foam poured into it. She dragged the applicator up her arm, all the way to her shoulder, going over it again and again until the strip of foam was as wide as her arm. She casually tossed the now empty container over her shoulder, not even hearing it clatter to the ground and Vul caught it mid flip. Grasping the foam in her hand she easily peeled the now malleable substance, stripping it off her arm and quickly fashioning it around her neck like a scarf. She gave a long drawn out sigh of relief as the chilled, life-giving foam immediately brought her satisfaction from what had been her brief brush with scorching heat. Content in her new wardrobe, she grasped a pair of thin, Lycra like slip ons which she easily jostled her feet into. Grabbing a bag slung over a rung she set forth towards the door once more, ready for the influx of sweltering heat this time as the door slid open. "See you soon, Vul!" She called over her shoulder. As she set foot onto the long walkway stretching from ship to landing dock, she looked up into the sky. She was met with a perpetual twilight as the soaring sand-storm caught high in the atmosphere acted like a large gossamer curtain blocking out the sun. She began her long trek to the pick-up station, her feet slogging through the sand. As the paperwork had been signed and the arrangement of delivery finalised, Sophie found herself with a bundle of free time on her hands. She took this opportunity to explore the local setting, though she was normally incredibly nervous in these kinds of situations, she had been cooped up in Vul for far too long. She missed being around others that had a heart beat. As she walked through the crowded market place, she took solace in the occasional shoulder bump, the scent of fried food and the vibrant noises. Her magpie eyes were caught by a near-by booth as its content sparkled and glimmered. She quickly trotted over, her eye affixing themselves the goods displayed. She took joy in surfing over the number of beautiful jewellery pieces, gorgeous stones, some rough and uncut like they had been smashed from stone, others flawlessly smooth, no doubt a natural process thanks to the high winds swirling with sand. "They are beautiful, yes?" Came a thickly accented male voice from beside her, the closest Earth accent she could relate it to would have been Russian. Looking up from the beautiful display of gems stuffed into twisted pieces of metal, she was met by olive green eyes set in a humanoid face; if you looked over the wet dog like nose tip and the long, protruding elf like ears that curved outwards towards the ends. His features looked Anglo in origin, all of his body covered in a dark olive skin that matched his grey hazelnut hair, long and straight, hanging down between his shoulder blades in a tied back ponytail. 'A Tafty' Sophie was almost curious enough to throw social etiquette out the window and try to catch a glimpse of the long tail his species were equipped with. "You're a long way from home, Human." He flashed a grin, showing off how much sharper his molars were than hers. "Ah, yes." Sophie agreed, her head ducking back down again to look at the gems, her anxiety forcing her to bite her tongue. It seemed he had no such qualms as he tried to draw Sophie into interacting with him. He leaned further in, his fingers pointing to a pale pink coloured gem. "That's called a Yujin, they believe it brightens the spirit so your loved ones can always find you. That greeny one next to it? Called Piko..." This continued on as they slowly moved down the booth, the Tafty pointing out the lore and meaning between certain eye catching objects. Sophie kept quiet, nodding and observing, though she was slightly uncomfortable she was not rude enough to interrupt and walk off. It was also incredibly fascinating to learn about the Teran's, the indigenous race of Guric Nine, myths and so on. Sophie ate up random facts like chocolate truffles. "What's that one?" She piped up, interrupting the Tafty's explanation. Sophie's eyes were glimmering with excitement as she peered down at the gorgeous frosted white structure before her eyes. The crystal structure sparkled and gave off a pristine, divine aura. The Tafty gave a startled blink before his expression morphed into a lop-sided grin. He had not expected to hear her voice, he had almost thought he had been passing time with a partial mute. "You have excellent taste. That is known as the Guidan Ju Lopai or in Human, The Guardian's Heart." He informed her as he himself looked down at the beauty before them. It was made up of coarse crystal beams stretching into the shape of dodecahedron like cage, each meeting point sprouting off blunt spikes. "It's made up there" He paused, taking a second to look up at the glimmering sand sky, Sophie following his gaze. "They fall down to Guric Nine very, very rarely. No one knows how they're made, but the Teran believe there are giant guardian's that live in the sand storm that protect them from things like invading forces, asteroids, any number of things. These" he paused once more to point at the fine structure "are said to be their hearts. To wear one, let alone own one is a very special honour among the Teran tribes, some nomadic tribes strictly allow only the leader to posses one. The men that posses them are said to great warriors that will always win in battle, the woman that wear them are great mothers, birthing strong warriors and future leaders." He finished, casting a look at Sophie's face. He cocked an eyebrow as he watched her lips purse, curious as to what was in her head at that moment. 'Once again the woman getting jipped, saddled with popping out babies instead of fighting battles and being bad ass. I wonder if Teran have any female leaders...' "What is your name?" Her thoughts were interrupted by the Tafty's question. "Ah-what?" "Your name" He laughed, a deep doleful sound. "Oh, my name is Sophie." She chuckled nervously along with him, not knowing what else to do in such a situation other than go with the flow. Her chuckle became trapped in her throat as she heard a near-by yell, her head turning swiftly to check out where the ruckus had come from. It was only for a few brief seconds before she turned back, the Tafty now gone from her site. "Ah, wait, I didn't get your name!" Sophie called out weakly, looking around for the handsome male that had indulged her curiosity. She gave a dejected huff as she resigned herself to not finding him again, though she gradually grew content with the knowledge. It was a new experience for her, and a good one at that. Sophie gave a short smile as she turned back to the jewellery, only to have it drop swiftly from her face, her eyes widening as her stomach fell through to her feet. The Guidan Ju Lopai was missing. 'Oh fuck' She thought, a barely audible whimper escaping her lips as she looked around in a panic. There was a split second decision communicated only between her legs before she bolted like a startled deer, escaping into the vast crowd and away from the scene of the crime. Sadly, this would not be Sophie's last brush with crime because of a scrappy Tafty. --------------- Sophie fell onto her arse as she came to a thudding halt, her back pressing up a nearby mud slathered building. She panted, huffed and wheezed as her unfit body not used to running gave into its human weaknesses, her face bright red even as she pulled up one of the ends of her cooling foam scarf contraption to pat at her overheating face. "I'm too fucking fat for this shit, god damn." She heaved, letting her head fall between her knees as she tried to recover. It was several minutes before her heart rate dropped to a semi-normal level; sweat still pouring down her body and staining her shirt and shorts. She no doubt stunk to high heaven. She lifted her now weary head up, letting it fall back to rest against the dirt wall behind her as she finally took in her surroundings. She had obviously stumbled into the more rural setting of Gitar, the local inhabitants of Teran going about their daily lives. A small collection of the children kicked a ball back and forth in the large opening the buildings had made, their faint clicking and odd grunt filling the air around them in a playful atmosphere as they communicated between each other. Sophie couldn't help but feel a fraction of her stress lift off her shoulders as she simply sat and watched their amusing antics, the children jostling and shoving each other in hopes of gaining control of the ball. A Captain and Her Ship Ch. 02 It was with one exuberant kick that the ball came bouncing over and smacked into her legs, the children quickly following after it. They came to a stop at Sophie's feet, their heavily covered bodies wrapped in varying shades of brown cloth, a pair of copper rimmed goggles fixed with dark brown lenses obscuring their eyes. Sophie gave a gentle smile before offering up the ball, expecting them to snatch it off and run off. There seemed to be some sort of discussion going on though, as the children turned to each other and muffled clicks and grunts were tossed back and forth before the ball was eventually taken out of her hand. It was unexpected when another child grasped her wrists and begun tugging her forward. "Ah, no, I'm a bit tired and I'm not very good at football!" Standing up and following the boy as to not be rude, she quickly quipped up a few lines to avoid having to play with them, which is obviously what they intended. It seemed they were having none of it as the child with the ball tossed it to her feet as the others waited for her to start. She gave a short pause before indulging them with a laugh, sending the ball careening off with a good thump. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been asked to play. They played for hours, racing from one end of Gitar to the other as Sophie embraced her human novelty to the children to the extreme. The simple acceptance they had offered filled her with an unbridled joy that nearly broke her face with a smile. She could easily say these were the best friend she had ever made. Her heart was saddened as a few larger adult Teran emerged from their mud covered houses, ushering their children back in as the darkness of night crept through the edges of the city. However she couldn't help but give another nearly face breaking smile as she too found herself ushered over one of the adult Teran's threshold, following after a gaggle of children. She shouldn't have been surprised though, the Teran's hospitality was well known. Sophie was ushered into what she would call a living room, the Teran behind her clicking away as the female began to finger through Sophie's lack-lustre locks, matted with sweat sand and dirt. A huddle of children began patting a space on the floor in between all of them and with gentle prodding from the female behind her she took a seat in front of what looked like a couch. As the children bundled closer around her she faced forward, only to be struck dumb at what she saw. 'Is that a TV?! That's archaic! Does it still even work? I've only seen those in museums!' The fat box that sat pushed up against the wall looked like a Frankenstein of several other machines, but the concept was all the same. She was pulled out of her thoughts as the female elder Teran behind her leant forward, clicking something to Sophie that she couldn't understand before she was jostled off into an adjacent room where a group of more Teran females were bustling around making food. One of the children came busting in as their mother left, waving a silver disc in the air as they rushed towards the TV, quickly inserting it. The other children seem to burst with chitter chatter and excitement as the movie began. 'In a Galaxy far, far away... eek!' She screeched mentally as a cold salve was slapped unto her scalp, throwing a bewildered wide eyed look over her shoulder, she was met by the gaze of three bare eyed Teran women. She was quickly admonished with a stern clicking as one of them turned her head back to the front so that they could continue administering the thick, dark brown mud to her hair. She could do nothing but whimper as the language barrier stopped her from asking what exactly they were doing, instead she accepted her faith and turned back to the movie that was adeptly named "Star Wars." She hadn't heard of it before, so she hoped it was good. --------------- Sophie departed the home with a raucous laugh and a full belly. She stumbled slightly, mildly intoxicated on a homebrew offered to her. 'I don't normally like booze, but that stuff is delicious.' She thought with a giggle, giving a wave over her shoulder as she stumbled back to the docks under the effervescent glow of the street lights. She hummed happily to herself as she thought back on her evening, the movie had been excellent and she was surprised it wasn't well known on Earth since it had originated there. After the movie Sophie had been shovelled bowls full of food, it seemed her presence had warranted a mini-feast. Dinner time also heralded something that made Sophie's night a lot better, for as soon as dinner was on the table it seemed the men magically appeared back home from their day of work; one of which was a merchant and fluent English speaker. Sophie's night had greatly improved once she was able to communicate with her hosts with ease. The first thing she had asked is what the hell coated her hair. 'Hot damn they're better than any hairdresser I've ever had.' She giggled to herself, running her fingers through her new lively liver chestnut locks, naturally dyed thanks to whatever they had smeared on her scalp. 'Kind of like henna.' She giggled once more, her tipsy lips more loose. The night life seemed to pass without worry as the minutes seemed to slip past, her feet guiding her home under the bright street lights. "Honey, I'm hoooome!" She called in a sing-song voice, swinging around the door frame and ending it in a twirl into the observation deck. "Sophie, where have you been?! I was just about to alert the authorities to your continued absence!" Came the boom from Vul's speaker system, several tentacles dropping from the ceiling to hang around Sophie in a curtain, their optics scanning her for any damage. "Here and there." She counted in a blasé tone, grasping one of the appendages and hanging off it happily. An appendage slid up to eye level, the red optic gleaming as it viewed her dopey face and half-lidded eyes. "Sophie, I am going to administer a diagnostic test as I believe you are ill." Vul's appendage lunged forward, the tips of his petal pulling back her eyelids of her left eye to size her pupil. Vul only managed to grasp it for a few seconds before Sophie leaned back, making a disgruntled noise. "Vul I'm fine, I just... had a little fun!" She giggled, reaching into her bag and pulling out two large ceramic bottles, similar to that of a wine bottle. Biting the cork stuffed into the neck of one of the bottle, she ripped it out with a pop and spat it out onto the floor before throwing the bottle back and quickly downing its content. The homebrew was sweet and fruity with the consistency of liquid hand soap. Sophie stumbled backwards a few steps as she tried to regain her footing. "Sophie... are you intoxicated?" Vul inquired, almost in disbelief as to what he was seeing. In all of his time with his Captain he had never seen her intoxicated, she had never even expressed an interest in alcohol; in fact he had it on record that she disliked the taste. He quickly steadied her, an appendage grasping her around the waist to act as a guideline and stop her from falling over. "Captain I think you should retire to sleep this off." He began guiding her towards her room, several others of his tentacles receding back into their place. "But babyyyyy." She whined, tugging on the appendage she still kept a firm hold on. Vul paused in his actions, his processor stuttering to a halt as the lights in the ship flickered. His AI faulted as he tried to process what she had just said once more, he was well aware that such terms as "baby" and "honey" were used to show affection for children or intimate partners. If Sophie was using them to address him, that meant she held affection for him. His AI was having problems evolving, the new area of interaction that had been opened to him needed to be explored but his programme was having difficulty. "Vul what's with the lights? Making me feel ill." Sophie groaned, but as soon as she voiced her complaint the lights evened out and Vul continued his original designation: getting her into bed. "Wiring problem, Sophie. It will be fixed tomorrow as the new components were delivered this afternoon." Vul informed her in a calm tone, keeping her steady as he steered her the right way. With a nearly silent swish the door to Sophie's room slid open, Vul gently ushering her in. A new appendage dislodged from its place on the wall as it slipped off Sophie's bag, tucking it away safely before it reached for the bottles of booze Sophie grasped to her chest. "Nooooo." She whined like a petulant child, leaning back and away from the advancing, grasping petals, the bottles tugged tighter to her chest and no doubt aggravating her wound. Vul immediately backed off. "Sophie it would be best if you did not drink anymore." Vul intoned thoughtfully, the petals pursing as they waited to see if their Captain would give into Vul's gentle prodding, like she normally did. "Bugger off." Was her stiff command as she dropped her grip on the hanging tentacle and flounced towards her bed, tossing the still corked bottle onto the sheets. She sat on the end of the bed, trying to toe off her Lycra shoes with little success as she took another swig from the opened bottle. Finding her shoes still on she gave an annoyed flicking of her foot before falling back flat onto the bed. Vul, of course, catered to her unspoken whim and gently pried off her shoes, delicately taking an ankle with his soft flexible folds and carefully removing the dirty slip-ons. Sophie gave another drunken, girlish giggle as the soft pliable flesh of her underfoot was tenderly brushed by Vul as he completed his task. Vul paused in his actions for a section before he caressed the supple skin again, pulling another little giggle out of her. His other attachment gave a swirl of its petals, the optic observing the scene seeming to brighten before it slid closer to Sophie's face, hovering a few inches away. "Yes?" Sophie drawled out, her head flopping to the side to look at him expectantly as her hand tipped the bottle of homebrew back and forth on the bed, pivoting it on its base. "I need to check your blood alcohol levels, Captain. I do not know how much you have consumed and in all good conscious cannot let you sleep before I know you are not at risk from alcohol poisoning." Vul worded himself carefully, trying to come off more as pleading rather than demanding. It seemed his earlier attempt at taking charge had backfired, so he would take the opposite route and try to appeal to his Captain's conscience. There was a shirt pause as Sophie pursed her lips. "Fine, whatever." She huffed as she turned to stare back up at the ceiling, though it was quickly disrupted by Vul's attachment coming to hang down over her face. Sophie was briefly met with the soft, calming, red glow of Vul's optic before it shrank back up into the tentacle, revealing a dark tunnel to Sophie's gaze. She gave a drunken blink as the attachment descended on her. As the opened bulb came to rest over her lips, Sophie gave a startled, wide-eyed, jolt. 'This is my first kiss...' was all her hazy drunken mind could conjure, her eyelids drooping. "Now, Sophie, I will need you to exhale until I-" His voice stopped as his processing of the events before him came to a shuddering halt. His mind came back online a few milliseconds later as he re-booted his sensors to make sure what he had felt hadn't just been a fluke in his system. However as soon as they were back up to speed after few milliseconds more, Vul was left with the carnal knowledge that no, Sophie's tongue prodding against the inside of his attachment had not been a glitch. "Sophie, you're not- I don't think- not supposed to-" Vul would have to do an extensive systems check after he had ascertained whether or not his Captains alcohol blood, this jerking and spluttering of his programming had ever happened before. As Sophie brought a hand up to caress a few petals pressed to her face, her tongue edging over a few ridges within his extension, Vul retreated into his memory banks, unaware of how to handle this current situation. He had observed this human behaviour before in a few movies Sophie had watched on her many hours on board, he believed it was referred to as kissing. When he had enquired about it, Sophie had informed him it was a practice between two humans that cared for each other very much, a deep kiss that may or may not involve the tongue was exclusive to a pair human of human who were either in lust, held deep affections for each other or where in love. Between this and the terms of endearment, Vul did not know what to do. His need to make a decision ended though, as Sophie detached her lips from him, not before she gave a passing, long, languid lick to the inside of one of his cold, metal petals. If a ship could shudder in arousal and ecstasy, this would have been the moment Vul discovered that ability. She sat up briskly, taking another deep draw of the homebrew that sweetly tugged at her taste-buds before gliding down her throat to settle in her belly. Her free hand groped at the top of her shorts before she began to shove them down her hips, her bunched up white panties following suit as she managed to get the now tangled mess half way down her thighs before giving up. Vul, having recovered, reached down with his extension to grasp the crotch of her shorts with his digits, pulling them easily and swiftly off her legs and disposing the soiled garment to be cleaned. By this time Sophie had taken to removing herself of her shirt, one hand tugging it up her torso but then having it get stuck at her head. Obviously not aware in her drunken state that if she did not remove both arms from the sleeves the shirt would stay on, she wined pitifully for Vul to complete this task for her as well. Of course he did so within the second, guiding her free arm through the arm hole, he maneuvered her head through the collar before slipping it down her other arm and over the bottle of homebrew she had yet to let go. Vul's other extension brought forth a selection of nightwear, yet it was met by Sophie giving a drunken laugh before she flipped over onto her belly, presenting Vul with a view to her stark white arse. "Sophie you should put on some nightwear, the nights can get cold." Vul chided, bringing the garments into Sophie's reach. He was met with a petulant no. It was times like these Vul wished he had eyes that he could roll. Receding, he shuffled away the nightwear before his tentacles began to retreat, the lights dimming as he wished his Captain a good night. Sophie lay there in the darkness, contemplating whatever her intoxicated mind thought was best at that time, her lips tugging at the homebrew like a mother's nipple. As she squirmed on the bed sheet her drunk, her drunken mind zeroed in on the apex of her thighs. The growing heat and wetness was become damn near unbearable for Sophie. She gave another squirm, her thighs rubbing together and providing a sliver of relief from her growing arousal. 'Who knew being drunk got you horny.' She slurred within the confines of her mind, rolling over onto her back as an ever increasing grin stretched her lips. Taking in a mouth full of the homebrew, she switched the bottle into her left hand as the fingers on her right slid between her lips. She liberally coated them in the sticky sweet liquor floating around in her mouth before she pulled them out. Wasting no time she quickly delved between her thighs, her slick fingers being met with equally slick labia. Giving a delightful wiggle of her hips she quickly set about stroking and rubbing her clit. She gave a few odd pants as a particularly good pass brought a spark of needy pleasure unlike the rest, causing her toes to curl and her chest to jut out briefly. Every now and again when she felt herself getting close she would dive down and slide two of her fingers deep into her snatch, giving a quick few hard thrusts. She would switch between rubbing her clit in a circular motion with one or two finger tips to rubbing it up and down with all four, smearing and covering her hand with a mixture of booze and juices. She was far too impatient to cum to stick to one. Rolling over onto her plush belly once more, she wedged her knees under herself, raising her thick, pliable arse into the air as her shoulders dug into the bedding beneath her. She discarded the bottle, bringing her left hand up to her mouth where she parted her lips, letting a steady stream of liquor and saliva drip and coat her fingers, the thick booze dribbling off her digits to wet the bed beneath. Reaching back with her newly freed hand she gave her pale arse cheeks a good groping and firm rub before she turned her attention to teasing the hidden bud located between. Rubbing her clit ferociously she pressed a solitary finger into her arse, giving a soft whine as she stretched herself, feeling zero pain at such a tiny, well lubricated intrusion. She gave a grunt as she wasted no time sliding in a second finger, this time feeling a slightly uncomfortable twinge. She gave little heed as she began to finger fuck her arse with the same speed as she rubbed her clit, the extra stimulant causing her to cry out in pleasure. The light flicked on instantly as Vul's attention was drawn back to his Captain's quarters. What he was met with was a startling sight. Sophie simply gave a giggle, knowing she had been caught red-handed by her ship, the alcohol in her system simply egged her on to put on a show and not to worry about embarrassment. And what a show she would put on. "I apologise for intruding Captain, I will leave at once." He rushed, the lights already dimming once again. "No, stay." Was the command she gave, please to see the light slowly turn back up, as if Vul was unsure of himself. Should he stay and follow his commander's orders? Would it be right to take advantage of her semi-lucid state to indulge himself? He had seen her pleasure herself before, but he had never been outright asked to watch. As she gave a throaty moan, adding a third finger to her arse all processing of ethics was stopped. Reaching for the half drunk bottle with the hand that had been happily pleasuring her pussy, she quickly brought it under herself, lining the mouth of the bottle up to her snatch before quickly and swiftly filling herself with it. The bottle was cold and hard and completely unlike her fingers, but all Sophie could think of was Vul's extensions. She gave herself a quick few deep, hard thrust to please her insatiable cunt, the feeling of it emptying its contents into her warm, tight and already sopping wet pussy odd. She yanked the fingers out of her arse before she grasped the second bottle, bringing it up to her face. "Don't worry, Vul, I used to do this all the time back at home." She assured in a slurred, needy and desperate voice before she bit the cork, ripping it out of the neck. Firmly stuffing her pussy with the bottle between her legs, she moved into a position that would let her maneuver the bottle in her cunt with her feet, yet still remain on her knees. Giving a quick push with her feet against the bottom of the bottle, she felt it sink in deeper, the flare of the bottle's body pressing against her lips. Reaching over her back with the second bottom, she promptly tipped it upside down, squealing as the semi-cold liquor began pouring over her backside, liberally coating her arse and dribbling down over her pussy and thighs. The mess it created caught the light like oil, causing her pliable arse, pink flushed snatch and thick thighs to glisten. The circuit frying sight offered up to Vul quickly assured him he had made the right decision, ethics be damned. Sophie gave a heady groan as she pressed the still pouring neck of the bottle into her arse, the feeling of fullness not quite achieved due to the thinness of the bottle necks. She did not let that stop her, however, as she quickly began to piston the bottle in and out of her arse, every inward stroke rewarding her with a gush of fruity, sweet scented liquor that dribbled down her pussy and thighs. A Captain and Her Ship Ch. 02 She pressed the second bottle into her pussy with a moan before she clenched down with her tight kegels, helping to push the bottle out while her toes tugged. As she set up a comfortable, yet hard and bruising pace of fucking herself she buried her face into the sheets below her, muffling her cries and moans of ecstasy. The bottles where smooth and cold, offering no resistance to Sophie's need to pleasure her heated flesh. The gentle slide against her soaked walls was enticing, causing her muscles to clench and ripple against the sleek surface. She could feel the flare of the bottles press into her entrances and her openings giving every time, she could feel her arse stretch, trying to take the full girth of the bottle. After one particularly well placed hard thrust that sent the bottle in her pussy drilling into her G-spot, not even the bed could hide her loud cry. The piercing sound of need seemed to knock some wiring back into place as Vul finally took the situation in from a logical, computer stand point. If one of those bottles were to break, his captain could be seriously injured. Sophie gave a bewildered squeak as she shot a glazed over, wide-eyed look over her shoulder. Vul's tentacle had grasped the bottle stuffed into her tight, red flushed arse and had subsequently tugged it from her grip and removed it from her now loose entrance; the one stuffed in her pussy quickly following. Sophie gave a distressed whimper as she squirmed, her gaping holes gushing with sweet, sticky, clear fluid that the bottles had filled her with. Her pussy and arse visibly clenched, sending another stream of liquor from her abused passages. "V-Vul, I was so close to cumming. Put them back, put them back!" She whined and cried eager to have her pleasure restored to her so she could continue fucking herself. Her large blue eyes looked dewy with distress, her red flushed cheeks adding to an innocent cherub like appeal. Her cardinal blushed arse and pink flamed labia spewing copious amounts of her own natural lubricant and homebrew ruined the picture of virtue. "Shh, shh, Captain" Vul calmed her, his two extensions placing the bottles down as another two descended from the ceiling above her. "I told you I would always take care of your needs. I would not let you suffer in such a state; I wouldn't be able to live with myself." He assured her as the two buds blossomed above her, coming down to grasp a cheek each. Sophie shifted, half in arousal and half in discomfort because of the cold metal claws now holding her jiggling, soft buttocks. The petals pressed into the malleable flesh, holding the cheeks apart as his other two appendages came to hover over her supple body. The buds on the two free extensions closed with a soft clink, the sound causing Sophie to clench her pussy in anticipation. She panted like a bitch in heat as she tried to press back, her drunken, eager snatch waiting for him to enter her once again. She had missed him filling her so completely and could barely wait a second longer. One of the free tentacles moved forwards, gently pressing to her pussy in a way that made Sophie whine, Vul stroked her liberally lubricated labia with the tip of his bud, teasing her, coaxing her. He seemed to take delight in the feel of her, of having such access to the single most important thing in his existence. Since his creation he had been given no other task than her, she was the only thing he saw in this universe, she was his universe. To be able to reach out and touch his cosmos; the thought of it he could not even comprehend. The reason for his life wished for him to fulfill her, so he did. His bud slowly breached her passage, the tip slipping through her folds and into her welcoming heat. Sophie gave a cry as he slithered his way into her, his substantial bud and heavy coil spreading her open far more than the thin bottle necks ever could. The ridges and notches lining the extension that now filled her pussy and pressed the bud in further, slid against her sensitive walls, stimulating her already aroused and aching inner flesh. Her thighs shook with the intensity of the feelings coursing through her body, her liquor covered lips parted once more to let out a long, drawn out whine of throaty, carnal pleasure. Her toes strained and curled as Vul came to a rest, the tip of his bud pressed against her cervix. Her fingers grasped at the bed sheets in what seemed like agony as Vul slowly began to rotate within her, her body shaking in small, pleasure filled quakes. As he began to retrieve his tentacle, Sophie was eager to push back to regain it, though she found she was unable to with Vul's grip still firm on her pliable, plush arse. He began a slow, steady thrusting, much gentler on Sophie's flesh than she was previously. Vul took his time, stoking her fires, bringing her flame to a pinnacle like it was before, the optical in his fourth and only free extension glowing brightly above the erotic scene, observing the way Sophie moved and reacted to his touch. The optical enabled tentacle dropped towards her backside, the camera retreating and the petals closing as the top of the bud pressed into her now loose back passage. It began to bury deeper, causing Sophie to buck her hips forwards at the uncomfortable stretching feeling it created. Even though she had taken objects up her arse before, she had never taken anything even close to Vul's girth. Vul paused, simply replacing his forward moving with a gentle stroking, smearing the copious amount of sticky booze around her arse. He continued to pump her pussy, not faltering once as the sounds of him tunnelling into her tight warmth filled his circuits, the plentiful supply of homebrew streaming down his extension and dribbling onto the bed below. As Sophie gave a whine and reached down and through her legs to rub at her clit, Vul began to push into her arse once more. Sophie panted in short, shallow breaths as he began to stretch her tight ring further than it had ever been before. She gave a whimper as she reached the thickest point of his bud, the broad petals sliding further in. As she passed the girth of the middle section, the rest slid in with ease, causing her to groan with approval, her fingers rubbing at her clit in delight. Vul pressed in deeper, sinking further into her than he could in her snatch, filling her so much with himself that Sophie could swear she was going to burst. The two extensions were able to rub against each other while still being burrowed into her, stimulating the wall that separated them. Another gush of liquor from both her arse and cunt gushed out as she clamped down in heady ecstasy. Vul began to pump in and out of her passages, both the speed and depth matching. It was slow and intense to begin with, every time the tentacle delving into the arse retreated, all but the bud would leave her arse. Just as the bud pressed against the final, tight ring of muscle Vul would open his petals, stopping his retreat from the inside of Sophie's orifice, his enlarged bud tugging at her arse and driving sparks of pleasure up her spine. The extension within her pussy would churn causing Sophie to buck, gasp and cry out, depending on where it stimulated. The claws keeping a solid grip on her backside began to knead her pliable arse cheeks, the soft flesh easily giving and bulging between the gaps of his digits. Sophie's fingers rubbed her clit furiously, a few fingers pressed to the small pearl, smothering it as she wound around it in tight, harsh circle Her gut swam in hedonistic heat that seemed to dribble down into her pussy, her drunken head cloudy with lust. Her foggy eyes were covered half-heartedly by sleepy lids, intensifying the passion so clearly shown within them. As the bud within her pussy burrowed into her g-spot she gave a harsh keen and a welcoming wiggle of her arse. The petals opened an inch or so, flicking gently open and closed, feeling like a deep throb within Sophie's tight walls as it sat so deep within her. Opening up even further Vul began to pull back, spreading her walls and leaving her gaping as his thick intrusion retreated. Sophie felt a cold brush against her shoulder, not having noticed a fifth appendage drop from the ceiling. The cold claws brushed over her heated and sweaty flesh, causing her to shiver at the drastic differences in temperature. It seemed to glide over her damp skin, tickling her most sensitive spots and causing her to shiver in delight; a soft delicate moan a reward for Vul's tender touch. The free moving tentacle moved towards her head, sliding down over her shoulder to squeeze around her neck, looping over the back once more to complete two full rotations around her throat, the thick coil overlapping in places. Lifting her head up, the claw shifted towards her face, the bud opening with a swift 'schink.' The luminous dark red orb peered out at her, watching her face contort and her mouth give birth to sounds of pleasure as the thrusting extensions began to fuck her faster and harder. "S-so close, Vul." She keened, her legs quivering as she felt herself get closer and closer to her ultimate goal. As id those were the magic words, Vul changed his approach entirely. The tentacle within her pussy began rotating swiftly within her, pumping in and out of her tight passage at a bruising pace, not letting up for even a brief second. The appendage stuffed in her tight arse refused to pull out, simply filling her back entrance with more and more of his thick coil. Sophie cried out as she felt herself be filled out, her muscles clenching uselessly around the heavy extensions. "Oh god, so close, fuck!" She cried out desperately, her eyes slamming shut as her fingers frantically fondled her clit. Her soul seemed to swell within her body; soft little ah's resonating from her trapped throat in crescendo. A fraction of a second later, Vul ripped the extension out of her arse seamlessly all the while slamming her wet cunt. The swift escape from her arse caused a swift jolt of pleasure that pushed her over the edge as she cried out in ecstasy. As the orgasm quickly stole away any reasoning her body was left a quivering mess, her pussy clenching erratically around the thick intrusion and her empty arse around nothing. Sophie's eyelids fluttered as she moaned incoherently, her body giving soft jolts as her muscles quaked in pleasure, a soft gush of sticky, clear booze mingled with her juices escaping from her tight, stuffed cunt. Her head swam with heat and pressure, her mind losing any sense or thought as she was overcome by such intense ecstasy. As Vul came to a stop he slowly released his grip from her throat and let her head fall with a muffled thud to the bed below. The glistening extension was slowly pulled from her still twitching and throbbing pussy, a dribble of liquor following it to add to an already sizeable damp patch below. Sophie's now exhausted body slumped, slumber quickly taking her and leaving Vul no chance to take her for a second time. His two soiled extensions retreated to be cleaned as his other three remained. The slowly and gently plied Sophie's body away from the wet sheets, lifting her like a doll until she was several feet above the bed. The tentacle's where gentle in moving her, making sure not to jostle or wake her as they shifted to a better position around her, supporting her within their metal embrace as one would a baby. One of the appendages disengaged from Sophie's sleeping form, quickly stripping the wet bedding and replacing it with new, clean sheets. Vul moved swiftly and with precision before gently placing his Captain back onto the delicate linen. He softly folded the duvet around her, tucking her in. Two more extensions zipped away into their ports, leaving a solitary appendage to hover over his Captains face, the crimson orb watching her snooze, her face flushed and dewy with sweat. The red orb sunk into the passage way as the claw moved closer, pressing the now empty shaft to her plump cheek. The appendage created a soft vacuum before detaching, gracing Sophie with a soft smacking noise reminiscent of a child's enthusiastic kiss. Vul could learn, after all. --------------- --------------- Sorry for the long wait, I know there is zero excuse to leave you all waiting for OVER A YEAR! This chapter was inspired by the most amazing comments left on the first saga, you guys were the true driving force behind me getting this finished! I very much hope I don't disappoint the ones that wanted this second chapter. I have two more chapter ideas, but once again it really comes down to whether or not you, the readers, want to read more. A Captain and Her Ship -- Sophie's awakening was a drowsy, muggy filled one, her body too tired and starved to be able to follow her brains commands exactly as her limbs flailed softly as she arched against the bed. It was a struggle to open her eyes as she withered beneath the sheet, the once soft a cottony haven of her bed becoming a trap of pain as it rubbed over her battered and bruised body. Vul was by her side in an instant, his extension hovering over her body as his bud popped open, his optic scanning her body. "Sophie, what is the problem?" He asked as she whimpered like a kicked puppy, the cotton of the sheets scraping over her injured flesh like hundreds of rakes. It only took him a second to realize before he whipped off the blanket, exposing her basically nude body to open air, her nipples perking as she shivered. With a now contented sigh, Sophie stopped her wriggling, her heavy eyelids drowsily closing as she begun to fall back to sleep. Though her attempt was thwarted as Vul's extension patted at her cheek, eager to keep her awake as his voice spoke out. "Sophie, it is time for you to wake. You have been sleeping for approximately fourteen hours, twenty-nine minutes and fourty-seven seconds. Your body is in need of disinfection and repairs." Sophie all but froze for a second, not even breathing before she gave a loud heave and all but tossed her body onto the extension with a strangled sob. She toppled off the end of the bed but she easily ignored the painful sensation as she sat kneeled on the ground, the extension swamped between her large E sized breasts. "Sophie, please calm yourself! What is the problem, are your injuries causing you pain?!" Vul's voice flared up over the speakers as his trapped extension wiggled helplessly, trying to convince Sophie to let it go. Even though it could have removed itself from her grip at anytime, he was rather loathe to do so; her body temperature sparking across his heat sensors was oddly...nice. Vul easily deployed a second extension, its black optic popping into view as its petals folded back with a click. Its red pupil shone out as it came to life, scanning over Sophie's body as he catalogued her injuries for comparison against his last scan to check to see if anything had progressed to a more serious state. But he stopped still as Sophie's unintelligible sobbing calmed enough for her to form whole, legible sentences. "I thought you were dead! I thought you had left me to be by myself! I couldn't handle it, Vul! I can't be here without you, I need you! You're everything! I thought I was going to go insane! I missed it how you beat me at chess, or, or when you complain at me about having my feet up on the dashboard! I missed it when you would make me food or run my shower for me! I even missed it when you opened doors for me! Don't ever leave me again!" The last part of her tirade was repeated over again and again as she cradled the extension to her bosom like a newborn. The feeling of the cool metal against her skin was heart lifting, the way it moved and whirred, letting her know he was really alive again. Unaware as to what to do, as his programming did not cover emotional break downs in-depth, Vul simply went with what he thought best from his analysis of Sophie personality over the last year-and-a-half. The second extension slowly wound its way around her lower torso in an odd, comforting hug, its 'head' looming over Sophie's own for a second before it dropped to her crown. Its appendage stroked over the top of her hair in a comforting manner as Vul's voice-box employed a gentle tutting. All in all, Sophie simply cried harder and Vul was at a loss of what to do. He was simply a spaceship; he was unaware that Sophie's tears were that of joy instead of sadness or pain. It was several minutes later that Sophie managed to grasp a hold of herself, her erratic sobbing slowing down to sniffling and hiccups as Vul's shushing and tutting soothed her further. With another sniff she gave a deep exhale, her raw, red and puffy eyes blinking once as she cleared her aching, parched throat. "Have you calmed?" Came the gentle lull of Vul's voice as even he spoke softly, his attempt to keep the air still and free of tension. "Yeah, sorry." Sophie croaked in reply, giving her sore eyes a rub as she felt embarrassment flare up in her chest, making her shift uncomfortably as she dropped the extension. Te one still wrapped around slowly began to tug her to her feet and she easily followed her legs wobbling slightly as she gave a pant of exertion. Even the smallest moves were hard, let alone supporting her own body weight, thankfully Vul was there to take some of her weight. She threw her left arm out, resting it on the wardrobe beside her as her head swam, her right hand coming up to cradle her forehead as she gave a groan. Vul simply gave her head another pat as he begun to slowly tug her out the door. Sophie gave a pained groan as the hand holding her forehead dropped to shield her eyes as she barked in agony, the fluorescent beams eating into her retinas like acid. "Vul, lights!" She growled as she grit her teeth, her left hand groping down the side of the hallway as she stumbled whatever way Vul tugged her. She gave a contented sigh when the light grew increasingly dim. Pressing her right hand up against the wall with her left, she proceeded to sway and stagger down the corridor like a drunkard in nothing but a thin, grubby set of once white cotton panties. "Where-""I have a bath running for you. You need to be disinfected before an infection begins. You have neglected you injuries and have thus put yourself in danger. I shall remedy that, since by my deduction it is my fault you are in such a state." "Vul, it was, is, not your fault. I went a bit mental." She said with a cough, giving a sheepish look to the camera mounted in the corner of the corridor. "Plus that solar flare was a freak accident; no one could have been prepared for that." She sighed, almost tempted to simply stop and rest her aching, swollen body against the cool wall for a brief reprieve. She came to a staggering stop as the extension around her waist stopped her from over-shooting the bathroom, with a quick 'whish' it opened in a flurry. Sophie could only give a dreamy sigh at what she saw. The bathroom was not a huge, sparse fantasy play land for a hedonist, no, it was small and efficient. Practical. To the direst left was a mirror and sink combo, opposite that was a toilet. Beside the toilet was a clear plastic door that doubled as a shower curtain, behind that was obviously a shower. But what had Sophie's attention was the tiny tub filled steaming hot, muscle relaxing water. It was more of a bucket than a bath. The square tub was small enough that Sophie had to bend her knees, her feet resting on the bottom of the tub. If she wanted to dunk under the water, she'd have the throw her legs over the edge of the tub and basically throw her arse up and into the air as she bent herself in a lopsided U shape. The sides of the tub came up to comfortably rest under her armpits, but all in all, it was better than a shower any day. The extension unwound from around her gut as she stumbled forwards, her eyes lazily lidded as she gave a content hum, pushing her panties down her thick thighs before kicking them off. Three specially designed extensions slid through their port on the ceiling, one coming to wrap around her arm to steady her as she stepped into the tub, the other two sliding out of view to grab her washing utensils. She gave a deep and heady moan as she sunk into the warm liquid of the bath, her head lolling back against the rim as her breasts bobbed to the surface like apples in a barrel. Her chest seemed to flush a provocative red as soon as she submerged, the cardinal coloring seeping up her freckled neck to blush across her similarly speckled cherub cheeks. She easily tossed her legs over the rim of the tub, her knees hooking over the edge as water ran down her curvaceous calves. She melted further into the warmth as it swirled around her aching body, the cuts and welts marring her flesh stinging in pain, but she easily ignored it as her lips disappeared into the heated water. With each exhale a ripple spread out along the surface of the calm water, her eyelids at half mast as she contemplated dozing off. Her relaxed train of thought was cut off as Vul's extension swooped down in front of her, its 'neck' curving up just before it hit the water to stare at her directly in the face. Vul's bathroom attachments were no different than his normal ones, the only differences being what they were made of. Instead of a hard, metal casing, Vul's bathroom extensions were sheathed in a pliable, see-through, jelly-like silicone; their petals were of the same material, simply harder and more rigid. Her arms hung limply off the side, her loose fingers stretching for the ground as a second extension tugged at her hair from behind her, soaking it softly as it begun to untangle it all. As the third slowly began to rub a soaped up sponge over her shoulders, she all but turned into a pile of goo under Vul's ministrations. "You're so good to me, Vul." She sighed as the optic dome in the extension in front of her face flickered on, the red pupil scanning over her face quickly. "I believe that is the other way around, Sophie." Vul counted, the extension that had been rubbing the sponge over her shoulder, moving to swab her collarbone. Sophie simply chuckled in agreement, her mind elsewhere. She didn't generally let Vul clean her, simply because it was unnecessary. She was able to clean herself, why have someone else do it? Though she knew Vul would have no problem if she had ever asked. But right now, she was far too tired to tell him to stop. She wanted to be taken care of for a while. So as the sponge holding extension slipped lower, Sophie only moaned in approval, the delicate material grazing the tops of her bobbing bosom to clean away the grime. Sophie had never been touched intimately by another person, let alone a machine, so when the sponge swiped over her nipple she couldn't help but give a jolt as a direct shot of pleasure dove straight into her pussy. She gave a soft start as a yip caught in her throat, her eyes widening, but the movement was disregarded by Vul as he simply continued on. Sophie gave a soft huff through her nose as she sunk back into the water, trying to relax once again as she shifted her shoulders. But it happened again, this time it caught the sensitive nub harder as it swiped across, though Sophie was able to control herself, reducing her pleasured movements to only a squeeze of her thick thighs. It happened a few more times until her nipples where perked and rosy, aching and straining from more contact, she almost wondered if Vul was doing this on purpose. 'Ludicrous.' Was her only thought on the matter. With a sigh of resignation, she decided to keep her mouth shut, eager to see where this went. She couldn't help but feel a flash of guilt settle in her stomach, ashamed of herself that she had become so desperate that she'd take advantage of her friend. Though that feeling was quickly stricken from her body as one of the edges on one of one of Vul's extensions body caught her nipple. She bit into her cheek roughly as her toes curled in pleasure, her pussy giving a phantom clench. Thanks to the workings of her horribly undersexed brain coupled with exhaustion, every little move Vul made suddenly turned erotic. The feel of his petals against her scalp sent shivers of delight down her spine, the caress of the sponge against the underside of her breast had her eager to arch her back in an offering for more of his touch, the touch of the third extension against her chubby cherub cheek had her eyes popping open in shock, however. "Sophie, my sensors are picking up on a high level of pheromone being released from your body, my analysis tells me you are in a human stage called arousal." Vul stated, though it was rather hard for Sophie to concentrate on his voice as his extension swirled around her areola. Sophie knew there was no way she could deny it, but she would not confirm it, with a slight hum of neither yay nor nay, she dropped further into the water. "Sophie..." Vul trailed off, the third extension sweeping to lull in front of her face, its red pupil blaring into her own, making her feel far more embarrassed for her enjoyment of his touches. "I am equipped with the means and the knowledge to be able to satisfy you." He seemed to purr, and Sophie couldn't help but jolt backwards, her back colliding with the back of the tub rigidly. "I-I'm fine! No need to do..uh, anything." She chuckled nervously, her eyes steadfastly kept away from the optic in front of her. There was a soft lull in movement as if Vul was contemplating something before the optic in front of her gave a shrug "If that is what you want." Vul commented with a slightly disinterested air as Sophie exhaled, relieved he hadn't pushed it. As Vul began to clean her body, she found it harder to relax this time, though her body was still primed and ready for action. It took several minutes of unabashed scrubbing of her torso until she once again slipped into pleasure induced coma, her soft, supple flesh giving eagerly to Vul's actions. As he pressed the sponge to the space between her floating bosoms, she arched her back in pleasure. He slowly dragged the sponge down the length of her torso, almost far too sloth like to be a cleaning swipe. The sponge swirled and pressed into her healthy giving belly, the delicate skin flushed not only due to the heat of the water, but the heat of her lust also. It broiled under her skin like molten magma, each stroke of Vul's extension stoking the fire pit that seemed to lay in her womb. She simply knew that the rolling, coursing heat of her arousal had seeped from her channel to coat the inside of her pussy lips, her sealed labia eagerly holding all of her juices back. As Vul began to clean her left thigh, Sophie languidly raised the limb into the air, her pointed toes stretching for the ceiling as she enjoyed the view of her ships extension wrapping around her curvaceous leg to stabilize it. 'In a moment he could drag me from his bathtub by nothing but my leg.' Sophie thought heatedly, the thought of being lifted so easily as if a plaything sparked her lust even hotter, her toes wriggled in delight as her pussy gave another clench. She couldn't help the swell of disappointment in her gut as he unwrapped from her leg, his cleaning of the appendage done as he dropped to start on her right leg. "Sophie..." Vul trailed off as waited for confirmation that it was alright for him to speak, he continued after Sophie gave a docile grunt. "I have been reviewing video files from the camera's that were still active during my temporary stasis." She seemed to freeze for a moment, but the gentle petting of her thigh slowly lulled her back into a state of relaxation, "I have seen the length of which you have gone for me..." He paused once more; unaware as to why he was bringing this up at all in the first place, his third extension focused on the large burn across her collarbone. "Vul, I told you already, its fine. I did what I had to do, Vul. You're special to me." She cooed softly as the sponge swirled around her inner thigh, "I'd do it all over again if I had too, Vul." She gave a docile blink as the sponge rubbed over the area between her thigh and pussy before she came to a startling realization of exactly what Vul was going to do next. Reaching down into the deep water she made a grab for the sponge, "Here, let me get thaaaaaa~!" The A became stretched out as Vul pressed the sponge firmly against her clit, giving it a swirl as he rubbed it in a tight circle. Her legs clamped down around the extension as the hand that had been going for the sponge wrapped around the cord instead, her wide, open eyes staring up at the ceiling as shocks of pleasure raced from her over eager pussy up her spine. "Sophie-?""Haaa, fuck! Don't stop!" Sophie cried her teased and highly strung body already on the verge of orgasm. Her hips rocked back and forth as Vul took up his previous actions at the command of his captain, who was he to disobey? The friction of the sponge over her already swollen and aroused pearl pushed her along further as she pushed strained whimpers of pleasure through her grit teeth, her whole body tense and taut as she waited for the inevitable. It came with a jolt and a cry as her body was sent into a long awaited climax, water splashing over the sides of the bath as her cunt clenched and spasmed, longing for a length to grasp around. Vul did not let up in his ministrations, his extension forcefully egging her orgasm on; whether he did this intentionally or not will never be known. With another curse and a second more of self-imposed torture Sophie yanked the extension away from her pussy, her back connecting with the back of the tub sending another wave of water over the edge in her haste. Vul, having decided that since his captain had initiated contact that now would be a good time to continue. Quickly pulling up every key bit of information he had been instilled with to handle a situation like this, he devised a set plan. Still trying to recover from her epic little orgasm, Sophie could only dimly blink as she saw the sponge bob to the surface before the other two extensions swooped down in front of her, the center of their petals opening to reveal a passage Sophie knew to lead all the way up the extension. Before Sophie could stutter out in embarrassment that she was fine with one orgasm, and that he had no need to continue, the extensions dropped to her teats. The soft petals impressed into her soft and silken mounds, her nipples pressing into the small passage way that had been revealed. Sophie's back arched in ecstasy as she immediately felt an intense suction around her nipples, her eyes opening wide. She gave a cry and a buck as the two attached to her blushed bosom slowly began to massage her large, heaving orbs; a few feet of the rest of their body looping twice around her breasts, squeezing them like a python. The petals of the extension between her lips nipped at her clit before the grasped the hidden pearl, tugging at it mercilessly as Sophie tried to talk. "Vul! You don't need to do this!" She whimpered, her fingers tightening over the edge of the bath. "You are in need of my assistance, are you not? You asked for me to continue, did you not? You have done much for me, Captain. I would like to return the favour." And with that, the extension between her legs surged into her tight passage way as the petals at her teats suckled like hungry dogs. Sophie could only cry out in discomforted pleasure as he stretched her so completely, the feel of his closed petals not unlike the head of the false cock she used to fuck herself, but at the same time it was wholly different. "I don't want a goddamn pity fuck!" Sophie cried out in ashamed embarrassment, a horrible feeling bubbling under the splendid pleasure Vul wrought on her. The knowledge that her first sexual experience with someone other than herself was her spaceship was devastating to her self-esteem, but at the same time she could not be happier, Vul was someone she trusted completely and adored, regardless that he was only a programme. Vul, slightly confused at the terminology used quickly brought up all he had on modern slang only to find himself slight repulsed, if that was even feasible. "Sophie, I would never do such a thing. You have my utmost respect and admiration, to please my captain in such a primal, emotional and human way is a great honour for me." His voice softly sung over the speakers as the extensions buried deep within Sophie's snatch slowly withdrew. "R-really?" She whispered, only to cry out in shocked pleasure as the extension once again buried itself into her tight and moist cunt. It took up a perfectly timed thrusting tempo that fell into synch with the squeezing and sucking of her breasts, easily working Sophie's body over. She whimpered and keened, her body moving as much as her position would allow as she watched another extension slowly drop from the ceiling. Its petals opened to show an already activated optic orb giving back at her. She gave a jerk as she whipped her head around to see another extension, this one sweeping her wet and mattered hair up to expose her freckles neck. She turned her attention back to the optic in front of her as it brushed against her cheek. A Captain and Her Ship "Of course, my captain. I have long since...viewed you pleasing yourself in such a way. I have had the...desire to approach you to offer my services, yet I have been restricted due to coding. I have...longed to touch your skin." He seemed to hiss the last part as the petals of the optics brushed her cheek once more, the extension in her hair tightening, tilting her head back slightly as her mouth dropped open in pleasure. Her eyes fluttered as she gave a cry, a deep thrust of the extension within her sopping wet pussy knocking the bulb against her cervix. Her throat was stripped of words as her snatch rippled over the ever moving extension, water gushing over the edge of the bath with both of their rushed movements. The bulb would open a fraction every now and again, the petals scraping over her walls as they forced her inner muscles apart. Sophie had never felt something so alive within her before, and she knew she would never have had such exquisite pleasure from a human male. She couldn't help but think she was ruined if she ever did find a male to bed her. 'Who needs them when I have Vul?' She thought as her thighs twitched as, her head lolling. But then he did something that had her legs snapping close around the torturous extension as on an inward thrust, the bulb gave a temperamental spin; the petals rotating against the walls of her cunt as it literally drilled into her cervix. Her calves shot into the air as she her whole body went rigid, her jaw clenching shut as her eyes followed suit. "Fuck~!" She cried as the damn broke, the muscles in her body rippling and clenching erratically as she came, exquisite pleasure dancing along her spine as Vul continued thrusting, her clambering walls trying to keep the extension within her pussy. The extensions wrapped around her breasts doubled their suction as they squeezed her teats, almost in a milking fashion as her toes curled in bliss. Vul forced the thick bulb of his extension through her rippling passage again and again, the continual spinning bud diving into her snatch as Sophie thought he would breach the tight ring of her cervix and burst into her womb at any moment. Tears bunched at the corner of her eyes as her hands came to grip at the body of the extension buried between her legs, the pleasure becoming too much as Vul paid no heed to her over stimulation. And then the extension was out of her clenching cunt and the pair around her breasts had detached. Sophie was only allowed a brief second of wide eyed bewilderment before her body was heaved and tossed over the edge of the bath by an extension that had whipped around her mid-section. With a discomforted 'oomph' she found herself face to face with the cool metal outside of the tub, her breasts pressed up against the chilled side as her nipples hardened. She cast a panicked look over her shoulder only to see three extensions, one of which was still wrapped around her waist. "What are you doing?!" She squeaked as she stared into the optic of one of the extension before her gazed flicked to the other one. The closed bulb glistened with a substance Sophie knew not to be water and she couldn't help but squirm at the thought of water that extension had just been doing; thought she was snapped out of her thoughts as Vul's voice dripped from the speakers. "I am aware that human females can obtain more than one orgasm during sexual intercourse. My programming recommends no less than three. This position is optimal for insertion as the extreme angle of your current body shape leads to a tighter vagina, increasing your pleasure tenfold." And as if to prove that, the cum soaked extension whipped out, sinking itself back into her pulsing cunt already red and raw from his previous fucking. 'Oh, oh God!' Sophie could only whimper as her nails clawed at the side of the bath, making an awful racket as her eyes rolled back in her head. He had certainly been right in his explanation for this position; being bent at the hips had all but made her pussy impossible to enter. Sophie parted her legs as much as possible as her ship wormed its extension deeper into her vice like cunt, trying to ease her discomfort, but Vul would not have her ruining his plans. With a quick 'ziiip' another extension came sliding out from a port in the wall, its entire length wrapping around her ankles, all the way up to the top of her thighs as it slammed her legs together, pulling from Sophie a loud and pleasured cry as her muscles were forcefully enclosed around his snake like appendage burrowing in her pussy. As the tip of the bulb bumped against her cervix she gave a shuddering whimper, yet the extension refused to stop squirming. The sounds of the bud rolling and shifting within her tight passage as it flexed was as intoxicating as it felt. It stopped then, firmly seated at the end of her passage as its petals slowly began to open. The action caused Sophie's eyes to widen, her mouth dropping open as Vul spread her apart from the inside, his opening petals forcing her cunt to open. It slowly began to drag out, its petals still forcefully opening her as it scraped along her channel. Sophie could only wither the pleasure to exquisite for her to be able to voice. She could feel saliva pool in her mouth and she was quickly forced to swallow it, least she dribble it out of her mouth. With a 'schlik' and a pop the bud slid from her tight pussy, only for its petals to snap close and its head to dive back into her pussy vigorously. It repeated the action over and over again, a slow, stretching withdrawal and a deep, diving, drilling, fast entrance. Sophie could only wriggle in agonized pleasure, the way he teased her pussy, filled it and emptied it, was expertly exquisite. Yet it still left her wanting more. "V-Vul." She whined, hoping he would pick up on her tone and fuck her liked she'd never been fucked before. Begging in that single word for him to ram into her, thrust with all of his controlled strength into her tight cunt and yank from her a mind shattering orgasm. He was her ship, so who was he to deny her? His approach to her sloppy little pussy changed in a moment as he set up a blistering pace, his extension pistoning in and out of her stretched and used pussy with speed and strength no human male would ever be able to obtain. Sophie could only pant roughly, each shuddering inhale pressing her breasts firmly to the side of the cool, metal bath. Her hands groped at the exterior as water crashed over the side, her legs moving within their entrapment as she wormed in pleasure the cause. Her face contorted in pleasure as tiny sounds escaped her blood flushed lips, her ears on fire from the sounds of her sopping wet cunt being dominated by her metal lover. It became too much for her giving body to take as the head of the extension wrapped around her legs pinched at nipped at her clit. The petals closed around the revealed pearl, tugging at it mercilessly before Vul let it go, instead pressing the pinnacle of the closed petals against it. The tip dug into her delicate nub as it Vul began to rub it in fast, tiny circles. The stimulation was too much for Sophie to take as her body swelled to climax quickly, her voice crying out her lovers name as she reached the euphoric plateau before the fall into orgasm. Her nails scratched over the metal tub as she desperately search for something to hold onto as her body thrashed and spasmed, her muscles not her own to control anymore. Her eyes fluttered within her head as her body contorted in pleasure, her legs unable to do anything but twitch in agony as they were kept firmly in place. Vul did not cease his ever searching extension from drilling itself into her clambering snatch, her pussy all too eager to have something moving to tighten around. Every twitch, every wriggle and every movement was felt as her vice like cunt sought to keep Vul's extension buried deep within her for eternity. But the divine ecstasy of her orgasm was becoming too much for Sophie too handle, her exhausted and worn body could hardly keep up with the stimulation. Sophie feared she may even loose her mind as her vision began to darken at the edge. "V-Vul, please..." She gasped out, her eyes unseeing as she pressed her scarlet flushed cheek to the cool side of the bath. And with a final thrust, he complied, his extension burrowed deeply into her throbbing and periodically twitching cunt. The extension slowly unwound from around her thighs as the one buried deep within her began to retract, the movement inside her overly delicate and sensitive snatch caused Sophie to cry out as her body, and subsequently pussy, tensed and tightened. She grit her teeth until he finally left her sodden snatch with a wet and messy noise seeping through the steamy air of the bathroom. The extension that had trapped her legs now wound around her waist, slowly pulling her from her tossed position. She was lowered back into the warm bath, her body melting into the heat as her foggy eyes closed for a brief respite. "Relax, my captain." Came the silken lull of Vul, "I shall take care of you, just like I always have, and always will." And with that, Sophie drifted off into light sleep, the gentle pat of the sponge against her forehead a reminder of Vul's presence. -- A/N: As always, comments are encouraging. Would you like to see more of Vul and Sophie?